Obey (Pedro Pascal)

Part 6 - Tease

                      Warning before reading::::
                 There will be *smut* in this chapter

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Why is he here? We broke up months ago. What does he want?
"Why are you here?" I asked Braxton in a annoyed tone. Braxton is my ex-boyfriend. We left on bad terms. I caught him cheating on me with someone I thought was a 'friend.'

"I missed you. I'm so sorry about before, she meant nothing. Please come back to me." He said with pleasing eyes. He's not fooling anyone.

I stare him blank in the face, with zero expression. "Fuck no." Is all I said. I turned back around, grabbed the doorknob to my room, rushing to get inside. The door holts and I see a foot lodged in between the door and the doorframe.

"Please baby, I screwed up. I know that, but we are meant for each other."

"What's 'meant' is for me to shove my foot up your ass - why the fuck would I ever take you back? A cheater. A lying, manipulative, cheater who made me feel so insecure about myself. So get the fuck out of my face, because we are never and I mean never, going to happen." I kick his foot out from the door, and I slam it shut, making sure to lock it.

Braxton starts hitting the door, trying to change my mind. Which is never going to happen.

I turn around to see a shocked James standing from the bathroom doorway.
"What the hell just happened?" He says too stunned to move.

I don't even know.
"You remember my ex Braxton. Well, I guess he decided to randomly show up here and try to patch things up."

"Well, by the sound of our door almost being torn down, I see it didn't go so smoothly."

"No. Not at all." I shrugged
"I just hope he leaves me alone, I'm tired of his games. We broke up for a reason and I won't change my character just for him."

About 5 minutes go by and we heard footsteps walk away. He must be gone now. Good riddance. What an asshole. I can't believe I ever went out with him. Braxton and I dated for about 3 years - up until he decided to plow someone else. I should've known, it's my own fault really.

I was supposed to leave the dorm room, before any of this nonsense happened - I got up, said my see you laters and peeked out of the door. It was safe. After today, I really want to just wind down and relax. Deciding on where to go, I got out my phone and started to look up places to go. Before I was able to, I got a notification for an email.

ProfPascal@gmail:
Good afternoon Amelia, I
am writing you to inform you that we need to work on the charity booth. I will not be in my office tomorrow, but if you'd like, you can stop over my house. Here is my personal number, I will text you the details - 555.xxx.xxx - see you soon

I stared at my phone for a while. Not knowing that to do or say. He gave me his personal number. Is that even allowed? Probably not. I mean, it's only for emergencies or about school. Right?
I shake my head, decided to add his phone number into my iPhone. What do I put his name as? I'll decide later.

                                                   Amelia Jones:
                                        Hi Mr. Pascal, it's Amelia. I'll meet you at your house around 7pm. Is that okay? Also, are you sure it's appropriate to be at your place?

    
                                                    Mr. Pascal:
                                           Perfect - students aren't supposed to come to their professors place, but no one will find out, I promise. It's just to work on some stuff anyways. - My address is 42 Riverside Street. See you then.